It’s that time of the month again when you get to suffer through my attempts at rendering a full moon.

This late December apparition eluded me, dragging me around the countryside in my gas guzzler for hours, never quite settling on a respectably distant hillside, until finally it was too late, and I was left with an elevated orb set against a fuzzy foreground.

At sunset, with the moon’s features still evident:

…and later, set against the spire of a church in Turners Falls:

I wasn’t able to get much detail in the latter, but I nonetheless liked the result, and hope you do as well.

…to a guy who is a personal hero of mine, Jesus of Nazareth, Prince of Peace, and a helluva guy. If he were to come back today he’d doubtless follow Reverend Billy, that is, when he wasn’t kicking banker-ass. And though I don’t recall any specific instances in The Good Book where Jesus laughed or cracked jokes, I bet he would think it pretty funny to hear the red-faced douchenozzles of the Radical Reicht proclaiming ours to be a Christian Nation even as they kick the down-and-out in the teeth and rail against being expected to lift a finger to help those less fortunate than themselves.

At any rate, Jeez, thanks for setting the bar so high by chumming around with whores, refusing to wear socks in your sandals and really, really walking the walk.

Happy Happy, Merry Merry, and for God’s sake, don’t be a stranger.

TCR

P.S. And to all the rest of you out there in Bloggyville, Sleep in Heavenly Peace…